Him. He is the one. The one who is on my mind first thing in the morning, the one who is on my mind when I fall asleep at night and every moment in between. I can't escape him. His bruises are mine, mine are his. We are soulmates. I see him everyday at school, my heart beats harder and faster, my mind goes blank, I can't stand still and stomach is in knots and he sees me. When I get messages from him I get butterflies in my stomach and I can't open it fast enough. I wait for his messages all day. When he does send one, the conversation lasts for hours. I fall asleep messaging him. That's the way I like it. His hugs are what I crave. His warm, safe hugs are all I survive by. His forehead kisses give me life. His kisses are the passionate things I love just as much as him. His warm, strong hand is the first thing I grab when I see him. I love when my fingers are entangled in his.
He is the one who made me feel as though I was enough. I never knew he was the someone waiting for me. I wasn't looking and he was right in front of me. When I first met him, I honestly didn't know he was going to be this important to me. He smiled and laughed, he looked perfect and I knew I loved him then. I saw my future in his eyes. We're just kids but we're so in love. And I couldn't help falling more in love with him everyday. I won't give him up. Every now and again my mind would wonder, yet I could never remember to. Then I realised I was thinking of him, and I began to wonder how long he'd been on my mind. Then it occurred to me, since I met him, he'd never left. I fell for him before I even realised I did. I'll choose him over and over again. Without pause, without doubt, in a heartbeat. And I'll keep choosing him. Because every time I look at him, I fall in love all over again the way he walks, the way he smiles when we're together, the way he grabs my hand when he sees me, the way he concentrates when he plays sport, the way he thinks are the things I admire most about him.
His eyes are the colour of the new leaves that grow in spring. His voice is my favourite sound. It's like listening to my favourite song. His smile when we're together lights up the world and makes you want to smile too. His smile while doing the thing he loves is the best smile of them all. It's big with a hint of concentration. When he's playing sport his concentration is unbreakable and his confidence is unreal. It's my favourite thing to watch him do. He's so beautiful, not just handsome, but beautiful. He has real beauty and it radiates from the inside out. The only way I can describe him is simply amazing.
My favourite thing about him is his smile. The smile that's cheeky when we're mucking around. The smile with determination in it while he's playing sport. The smile with concentration when he's thinking about what to say next. The smile with a hint of nerve when talking to me. I love them all. My favourite thing to watch him do is play sport. It doesn't matter which sport, just sport. It's amazing to see how much concentration he puts into playing, the way he puts his body on the line for his team and the way he brings his team's spirit up. All of it is just amazing.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. I love him, and that's the beginning and the end of everything. He is everything I think about, everything I need, everything I want. I love him for all he is, all that he has been, and all he's yet to be. He makes me smile in a special kind of way. In a way that makes you forget about the world, and only see him. In a way that makes you want to smile forever. In a way that only he can make happen. And suddenly all the love songs are about him.
